Time is my only weakness

Softly running my fingers through the core of your being.
Keeping track of each tiny movement.
Soothing each roughspot with the slightest caress.
It's as if the moon and the stars are guiding the very force we create.
Please, please just keep your eyes in mine.
They long for the moment when you will connect that fascinating gaze with theirs.
Whirling around and around as our energy grows into a true source that can only be extinguished by time.
Maybe not even then.
Every little change is detected by the minute sense of condemnation that is waiting for the both of us.
Searching for then next possible means of escape into the world which we created when yours and my facets of contemplation became one.
Slowly scrutinizing every single inch of our glowing skin.
The way that you fit is almost surreal in every single little satire.
Forming into nothing but a radiance that supercedes all that is real in every way.
Stopping only to take in the minutest of details that we are afraid to forget even if only a second ago it was emblazoned in our brains like iron burning flesh.
Burning for the moment when the existentialstic manner in which our souls have melded into one force can't be stopped.
Oh, please.
Please don't ever stop.